Date: Wed, 30 May 2007 20:06:11 -0700
From: drewscoach@cox.net
Subject: CJ in San Diego Part 11
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CJ in San Diego, Part 11
Thursday morning, the alarm woke me up as usual. I got up, got my jeans on
and I was about to shake CJ awake when I remembered the uni that I still
had, stuffed under my pillow. Oops, better return it! I pulled it out and
threw it on the pile of dirty clothes that seemed to take up an ever
growing part of CJ's side of the room. Then I woke CJ up (if you call
sleepwalking like a zombie being up, that is) and dragged him toward the
showers. As it turns out, Chris was just on his way there as well, dressed
only in a towel. Damn, that's one fine looking guy! He seemed amused by the
fact that I had to guide the barely awake CJ down the hallway: "Hey Eric,
what's up with you, man? First I saw Justin almost giving you a vampire
bite a couple of days ago, and now here you are walking around with the
undead!"
I smiled: "Yeah, CJ just doesn't really wake up by himself, so I have to
drag his ass into the shower every morning".
"Ah, well that explains why you guys always head for the showers together
each morning. Damn, I was just about to start some juicy rumors!"
I could feel myself blushing a bit, but I managed to laugh it off: "No, I'm
afraid we each shower in our own stall, so I guess you'll have to use your
rumor-mongering superpowers on someone else".
Once in the shower area, he watched me hang up CJ's towel, turn on his
shower and then push the naked gymnast into the stall. "Damn, buddy, you do
that for him every day? Why bother, he treats you like shit anyway?"
I shrugged my shoulders: "Well, I guess because he's my roomie. And
besides, if I didn't do it and he was late for class everyday, I doubt that
that would improve his attitude towards me". I didn't tell him that I kinda
liked manhandling CJ's naked, sleepy body!
Then, just as I headed into my own stall, Chris said: "Oh, don't forget:
we're gonna do a workout after class today!"
I answered: "Yeah, I'll see you then!", and quietly sighed to myself. Damn,
I was hoping he'd forget about that. I mean, I have nothing against being
in the gym with a hot stud who is lifting weights, but I didn't really
think that it was necessary for me to be lifting too! Damn that Justin for
arranging this for me!
You can imagine my surprise when, later that day, I found myself in the
weight room actually having a good time! Of course it didn't hurt that I
was surrounded by hot, sweating and grunting jocks wearing only tanktops
and gym shorts, but even so: Chris kept up a steady banter between sets,
and kept joking with Dave who was there too. Plus, Chris has a really nice
body: about as tall as Justin, and a little more muscular. And he was
totally cool about showing me how to do exercises, as well as how to spot
him when he was lifting. Which meant I got to touch him a LOT! And he
didn't seem to be shy about touching me either: sometimes putting his hand
somewhere to indicate where I should be feeling a particular exercise,
sometimes helping to steady me during squats, and sometimes patting me on
the butt or shoulder to encourage me. Isn't it amazing how jocks are all
worried about too much physical contact (hugging etcetera), yet when
they're playing sports anything goes? They're the opposite of most gay
guys! We love to hug and touch, but then go play no-contact sports!
Plus, those jocks get quite competitive in the weight room...Chris and Dave
were having some good-natured competition going about who could out-lift
who. First Chris would show me how to do an exercise, like curling
dumbbells, where Chris would be using 65 pound dumbbells. Then when Chris
and I were done with our sets and moved on to another exercise, Dave would
start doing dumbbell curls with 90 pounds, while saying: "Hey Eric, THIS is
how you're supposed to do this exercise. It's too bad that Chris isn't able
to lift more than my grandmother, so he can`t show you!" Then of course
Chris would come back with a smart-ass comment about Dave's ancestry, and
how pound-for-pound Chris was stronger than Dave. I was just glad they
weren't talking about my lifts, since I only used about half the weight
Chris was using!
Near the end of our workout, I noticed that CJ entered the weight room. I
couldn't really watch him, since I was doing flies at the time, but I heard
him say something like: "What's the nerd doing here? Isn't he supposed to
be lifting books instead of weights?" I think Dave answered him by saying
Chris was helping me get started with a weight program, but CJ seemed to be
in his usual lousy mood and started his own workout.
Chris and I finished our workout with bench presses. Dave had done bench
presses earlier, and had worked up to 300 pounds, so Chris tried to match
that. He didn't quite make it, getting stuck at 250 lbs (with me spotting
him, which allowed me a great view of his body!), but that was still very
impressive, given that he was shorter and lighter than Dave. I worked in
with Chris, and benched my way up to 160 lbs. Just as I got off the bench
after my last set, CJ walked over, ripped off his shirt and lay down on the
bench, and started powering out presses. He didn't acknowledge any of us
between his sets but just kept adding weight, and eventually topped out at
350 pounds! Then, without a word, he looked at Chris with a smug look on
his face, and disappeared to the stairmasters. If he hadn't been such an
asshole, I would have been very impressed, especially considering that he`s
only 5`6"! And I have to admit he did look magnificent with the corded
muscle under his skin pumping those weights up and down...but that fucking
attitude!
Oh well, I had some other skin to look at when Dave, Chris and I headed for
the showers after our workout. YUM! I had to be really careful to avoid
getting a raging hard-on, but I think I got away with it. Chris didn't help
much when he started playfully boasting about how big his arms were, and
was showing them off while soaping up his body! He did it in a good-natured
way though, and the ensuing posing contest between him and Dave definitely
made my day! Of course it also meant I had to finish my shower facing the
wall, and I had to hide my dick while toweling off, but wow, those jocks
are hot!
The three of us had barely made it back to our floor in Chappy Hall (Chris
having draped his arm around my shoulders by now) when we ran into
Justin. "Hey Eric, are you ready for a run?"
I groaned in response: "You guys are gonna kill me with all this
exercising!"
Chris pulled me into his body and said: "Yeah, but think about how hot
you'll look. You'll be almost as good looking as me!"
Dave immediately responded: "ALMOST as good looking as you? How are we
gonna do that? Drop a dumbbell on his face to ugly him up?"
This started a wrestling match between Chris and Dave, while Justin dragged
me back to my room to change into my running gear.
During our run, Justin asked me how the weight training with Chris and Dave
had gone. I told him that I'd probably be hurting like hell the next day,
but that I'd actually enjoyed it a lot more than I thought I would.
Justin winked at me: "Hmm, I'll bet that any muscle aches you feel tomorrow
were more than made up for by seeing Dave and Chris work out?"
"Oh god it was so hot! The two of them kept trying to out-do each other,
and with Chris touching me when he was spotting me, or I was spotting him,
it was a miracle I didn't get a raging hard-on right there in the gym!"
"Too much information, buddy! But I'm happy you enjoyed yourself. See, you
should get out more!"
"Yes, mom!", I replied.
In response, Justin pulled me into his sweaty, hot body and gave me a
noogie. "Hey, speaking of going out more, do you have any plans for Friday
night?"
"No, not yet. Why?"
"Would you like to go bar-hopping in the Gaslamp district with me?"
"Sure, that sounds like fun!"